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"Are you in the neighborhood?"
"Up the street."
"What is the Ghost like?" one man asked.
"He's all bluff. And a coward. He's never without a gun. If he'd put it aside and fought like a man--with a knife--I could have killed him easily."
Then Wu fell silent as Sam Chang's words began to echo in his mind. He realized he probably should not be saying these things. He changed the subject. "Can someone tell me? There's a statue I want to see. Maybe you can tell me where it is."
The man nearest Wu asked, "Statue? Which one? There are statues everywhere here."
"It's very famous. It's of a woman and she's holding her accounts."
"Accounts?" another man asked.
"Yes," Wu explained. "You see her in movies about the Beautiful Country. She's on an island somewhere, holding a lantern in one hand and a book of her business accounts in the other. She's holding the torch so she can read her register at any time of the night or day and see how much money she has. Is that here in New York?"
"Yes, she's here," one man said but he began laughing. Several of the others did too. Wu joined in though he had no idea what was so funny.
"You go down to a place called Battery Park and take a boat out to see the statue."
"I will do that."
Another man laughed. "To the lady of accounts." They all emptied their glasses and resumed the game.
Chapter Fifteen
Amelia Sachs returned from the witness's apartment in Chinatown and Rhyme was amused to see the harsh look with which she studied Sonny Li when he announced with consummate pride that he was a "detective with public security bureau in People's Republic of China."
"You don't say," she responded coolly.
Sellitto explained to her about the Chinese cop's presence.
"You check him out?" she asked, closely studying the man, who was nearly a foot shorter than she.
Li spoke before the detective could. "They checked me out good, Hongse. I'm clean."
"Hoankseh? What the hell's that?" she barked.
He held up his hands defensively. "Means 'red.' Only that. Nothing bad. Your hair, I'm saying. I saw you on beach, saw your hair." Rhyme believed that there was the dabbling of a flirt in his crooked-tooth smile.
Eddie Deng confirmed that the word meant only the color; there was no secondary, derogatory meaning to it.
"He's okay, Amelia," Dellray confirmed.
"Though he oughta be in a holding cell," Coe muttered.
Sachs shrugged and turned to the Chinese cop. "What'd you mean about the beach? You were spying on me?"
"Not say anything then. Afraid you send me back. Wanted chance to get Ghost too."
Sachs rolled her eyes.
"Wait, Hongse, here." He held out some crumpled dollars.
She frowned. "What's that?"
"On beach, your bag, I'm saying. I need money. I borrow it."
